Great Moments in ECU History pt 2: They Gon' Tell My Mother

Ok, freshman year of college and I, along with my roommate Brian and the dude who lived directly across the hall from us (I don't remember his name, but he was from Kent County, MD...so we'll call him Kent) are doing what many college students have been known to do; drinking. We were underage and are definitely not supposed to be doing it in the dorms, but we weren't being loud or out of control so we had nothing to worry about.

WRONG. If any of you have ever seen one of the movies in the American Pie series than you know the character of Steven Stiffler. Obnoxious, loud and just don't give a you know what. Well, that was Chad Hunter (...and I could write a series of blogs just on him). Chad lived a couple doors down from Kent and decided (purely coincidentally) to drink as well. The problem with Chad was he was bold and showed total disregard for the rules.

While we're drinking in the room with the door closed...making sure we don't get caught. Chad is in the hallway, Budweiser in hand and yelling. Outcomes the RA. So, when Chad sees the RA, he's close to our room. So in a rush to not get caught with the beer he opens our door and sets it on Brians closet. The RA sees him with the beer and sees him put it in OUR room and by East Carolina University law, if the RA sees a beer in the room, he has to search the room.

Chad is getting written up and now this SOB is going to take us down with him. The RA asks me and Brian to come out of the room because Kent and Chad are now in our room and the RA doesn't want to talk to us about this in front of them. I say with fear in my voice "Man...They gon' tell my mother" because each of our fridges are filled with beer. Here's how the convo with the RA went

RA: I saw Chad put the beer in your room, I have to search it now.
Brian: What if we say no?
RA: That's admitting guilt and I'd just get your extra key from downstairs and search anyway.
Brian: What happens if we get written up?
RA: You have to take some alcohol courses and we send a letter to your parents.
Brian: Well alright...you gotta check it.

Now the entire conversation we're having this conversation in the hallway we here the clanging of beer bottles wondering what is Kent and Chad doing?

My RA, Brian and I walk back in the room. The RA checks both of our fridges...NO BEER. Checks the closet...NO BEER. Checks under the bed...NO BEER. Brian and I are giving each other the "WHAT THE F..." look. The RA is just giving us the funiest smirk ever because he heard the bottles too. However, he saw no beer so he said since he did see the one beer Chad had, we'd have to talk to his director about the incident, but we weren't getting written up.

He leaves and I ask Chad what the hell he was doing sitting on my bed. He gets up and pulls the covers back to reveal the beer. I laughed like hell. Then with the audacity of the Stifmeister, Chad says, "I saved your asses (no homo}."

WHAT??? If it wasn't for you dumbass...we would've never gotten caught. Anyway, that was the last time I ever drank in my dorm. If I would've been caught, it would've been the last time I ever drank in my life because moms would've pile driven me. So to all you aspiring underage drinkers, here's a tip: LOCK YOUR DOOR!!!